Part ThreeSo there was Mac, his muscled body strung up on the weight pulley rack station in Sarge�s basement. Behind him he could feel the hot breath of Johnny Jones. Jones was the huge, massive in every way, fire fighter who had tied up both Mac and Sarge. Jone�s had a huge bulge in the front of his jeans. Behind that bulge was the 12"beer can thick tool that would be Mac�s undoing before the night was over. Mac could not help shivering. For the first time could remember he as naked in front of another guy and his dick was soft.
"If you�re lucky Mac you�ll pass out from the pain." Jones whispered in his ear, coming up close until his body gently rested on Mac�s naked backside. "But, �course, tonight ain�t your lucky night is it? I brought with me some smellin salts just in case you feel like checkin out before all the fun is done." Jones came around in front of Mac and rested his butt on the mirror in front of Mac.
"Sheeet Stevens, don�t believe I ever saw this thing soft! Fuck." Jones said the last part almost to himself.
"Fuck Stevens, you sure to know how to turn on a man somethin fierce. The idea of rapin your ass while yer dick is soft just makes me splooge all over my jeans." Sure enough Mac could see a wet spot in the front of Jones� tight jeans. But Mac knew it was just pre cum, not the full load. Jones would have been soaked had it been a full load from those bull nuts.
"Well Mac, I guess I do have a �soft� spot in my heart for ya. He, he, well, really, I got me a jonesin to work on yer Sarge is what it really is. I need to make him realize that even a police Sargent can�t stroll into this town and file reports about wayward firemen. Right Sarge?"
Sarge�s face went white. "T-t-t-hose were confidential, a-a-a-anomimious. I never�"
"Fuck Sarge, think my big dick can�t pry files out of central? Some of those summer intern file clerks actually like getting fucked. Either way I get what I go for."
Jones went over to his bag and pulled out a black leather collar studded with silver spikes.
"Here�s the deal Sarge buddy. You be a good puppy and do what your master says and I�ll let you wear this spike side out. Dis obey me and I swear t� God I�ll flip it over and put it back on yer neck. Got it?"
Sarge swallowed hard and nodded, his face drained of all color.
"What do I have to do�"
"Shut up doggie! Dog�s can�t speak! They can only obey, got it?"
Sarge nodded, this time keeping his mouth shut.
"Now get on all fours like the dog ya are and crawl over here. Good boy, now I want you to take that dog tongue and wedge it up on in to that police ass in front of you."
Sarge�s face registered the shock. This was too much. Of all the sick and perverted things he had done�
"You hesitating boy?"
Sarge swallowed hard and looked up with fear and humiliation in his eyes. He slowly shook his head.
"Good then, get up there and open up that ass for me. If you don�t do it I�ll just have to plow that muscle butt cold. Somehow I don�t think Mac-key boy would like that nearly as much as bein warmed up first, huh buddy?"
Mac glared at Jones. Nobody had ever touched his ass before, and now he was going to have his boss lick it? Mac thought about it for a moment and realized how hot that actually sounded. But he never cracked a smile. Too bad his dick gave the game away.
"Fuck Mac, look at that. �Ol Sarge ain�t even got his tongue out and your fat fucker is plumpin� up. Go to it boy, what the fuck ya waitin� for!" Jones smacked Sarge on the ass, helping to shove the prostrate police Sargent into the ass of his junior officer.
"That�s it boy, use those paws to spread those cheeks. Looking a little fatty huh? Have to shape that ass up! Pry them hairy butt checks bitch. Stick that fat tongue right up there."
Sarge�s tongue must have penetrated the hair around Mac�s ass and hit the man�s rosebud. A low grunt came from Mac.
"What�s that officer?" Jones patted Sarge on the ass. "Keep it up doggy, get that hole wet. I�ll just sit back and relax. Mind if I smoke." Jones reached out and pushed Sarge�s head hard into Mac�s ass as Sarge tried to say something.
"That was rhetorical fuckwad. I�m lightin up a ceee-gar whether your pansy ass likes it or not."
Jones leaned back and watched the police Sargent work on his fellow officer�s hairy muscle ass. Jones� dick was aching, trapped in his tight jeans, yearning to be free. He decided it was almost time to begging the fuck of Mac�s life, so why not let the monster free? With a growl Jone�s unbutton his 501�s quickly. The long shaft of his prize winning dick was still trapped in the jeans. He carefully reached in and fished out the rod and reel.
"SHIT!" It was the first thing Mac had said in a long time, his eyes went wide and he saw the uncaged beast in the mirror. Even Sarge stopped his licking and look behind him. Jones� didn�t mind. He was proud of his babymaker.
"Like that boys? Made many a men jealous of their wive�s cunt. Course all I had to do was show them that even a guy can be made into a cunt. After that, and all the screamin, they were happy little sluts. Yeah this is the real deal, the original foot long hot dog guys. Now Sarge get back to rimin your girlfriend. Daddy here wants to smoke his ciggy a little. Good doggy."
Sarge went back with a renewed vengeance, maybe hoping that if he work Mac over good Jones� would spare him from that dick of death. His hope was in vain.
Meanwhile Mac�s dick was fat and hard, the sensation from Sarge�s tongue were beginning to drive him absolutely wild. Despite his feelings about the sanctity of his ass, Mac couldn�t help but buck up against Sarge�s invading tongue, trying to get more of the warm flesh into his ass.
Sarge for his part seemed to have warmed up real nice to the work. He felt strange pleasures course through him everytime he heard Mac moan. He felt like Mac was some sort of puppet and he has working him from the inside. Which he was.
Jones cam up beside Mac, who had his eyes closed. Clearly the trussed up muscle cop was sailing, his ass making his whole body so turned on�
"Like that action Mac? Fuck yeah, all the sluts do, don�t they? Never imagined you�d be wigglin yer ass while some guy ate it out huh bitch?"
Mac barely heard him, his mind was on fire, his body red hot, his daddy cop dick waving in the air as he danced around like a marionette.
Jones laughed as he went into his bag and pulled out a popper bottle. With a practiced move he held the bottle under Macs nose with one hand and put the other hand over Mac�s mouth.
"Breath deep pussy!"
Before Mac knew what was going on he breathed in a deep breath of the popper. His mind exploded, and with out warning so did his dick.
Jones saw the first shot fired and quickly reached down and smacked Mac�s dick, the pain registered in Mac�s sex addled brain as pleasure and his balls forced another huge wad of cum out. His whole body got behind each massive ball of sperm that flew from his fat dick tip. Every cell was responding to the popper, the pain of Jones� smacking and the continued wonderful feeling of Sarge�s tongue. Mac could feel his balls turning inside out, trying to pump out as much sperm as possible.
With a low moan Mac�s body went slack as the last of his orgasm dribble out the tip of his dick.
"Fuck Mac, you�re a regular machine!" Jones wasn�t sure Mac heard him, the strung up cop�s eyes were still closed. But Sarge gave out a low "damn!" as he saw the huge load of splug splattered all over the mirror in front of Mac.
"Yeah Sarge, your boy�s got big balls. I bet there�s still a few more loads in em too. Tell ya what, need to get in that ass right now with my ax Sarge baby. I need to probe that man�s prostrate good �n hard to make those balls turn inside out."
A low groan came up from Mac�s throat.
"Shut up cunt, you�re in no position to argue, at least not strung up like the piece of meat you are. Now Sarge, wrap those sloppy lips around my cunt splitter, I want you to lube daddy up before he rapes the shit out of your boy."
All it took was a tug on the leash and Sarge found himself face to face with Jone�s veiny, ugly, hug(!) cock. The dripping donkey dong was red, jumping around as Jone�s evil heart beat a regular devil�s tattoo.
"That�s it fucker, lick those lips. Get em nice and wet so�s you can slobber all over my dick. Look at this shit Mac, look at the fine job your boss is doin getting my fuck stick ready to make you into a bona fide bitch in heat. Fuck that�s hot. Shit Sarge, I see a great future in this. I think you can expect to start punkin� out all of your boys down at the precinct. God knows there enough fireman dick to keep your men in blue knee deep in manflesh for a long time. Ohhhhhh yeah, suck on that tip fucker! Get it all slick for daddy!"
Jones was going to town as the massive dad of two desperately sucked on his massive dong. Sarge�s mouth could barely fit around the tip of the firefighter�s dick, but he sure was trying. Meanwhile Mac was slowly coming out of his ppost-cum stupor. His stubborn dick was still hard as he awoke to the site of his boss kneeling in front of the fire fightin' rapist who was about to make Mac into his bitch.
"Fuuhhhck Sarge, fuhhhccckin pussssssy." Mac drooled more than said. Sarge started to lift up his head to answer Mac but Jones put his paw on the short hairs on the back of Sarge�s neck.
"Easy boy, you ain�t done here yet. As for you Mac, show this cunt some respect. After all he�s getting this fat babymaker of mine as slick as he can so it won�t rip ya up too bad." Jones let out a full laugh. "But trust me punk, it�ll rip ya up nonetheless."
"I�lllll fuckinnn killll yeeerrrr assssss." Mac slobbered.
"Not likely punk, I got some insurance right here." Jones rudely shoved Sarge�s head off of his prick, letting the police Sargent land plop! on his ass. Jones reached into his duffel bag and brought out a sony super8 digital camera.
"Yer gonna be a movie star punk!"
Mac said nothing, but glowered from beneath his hung face.
"That�s right Mac, all over the net�s gonna be a new movie star. Maybe that Jake fella will paste your face all over the newsgroups too, Think I�ll call it �Cop Gets Creamed.�"
"Shiiiittt Jonessss, think I�ll fall for blackmaillll?"
Jones laughed again. "Blackmail? Fuck that Stevens, this puppy goes up world wide no matter what. Who needs blackmail when I own your ass?"
Mac opened his mouth to speak but then closed it.
"Enough talk dick dump, get ready to scream!"
Jones lined up his tall beefy body behind the buffed out hung up cop. He lifted his own long prick and let it fall on the small of Mac�s back. A wet "thunk" gave Mac notice that Jones� formidable column of man meat was about to tunnel its way into the deepest, darkest, and most private regions of Mac�s body.
"Sarge, get me some nipple clamps out of that bag and put em on your boy, now! A little pain to distract your ass while I knock down your brown door Stevens. Don�t worry baby, daddy will still make you beg for the end."
As Sarge stood in front of Mac, his own fat daddy dick rock hard Jones noticed, Jones lined up his Sarge spit slicked dick with Mac�s licked out ass hole.
"Bye bye Mac Stevens, policeman, hello Mac Stevens, police CUNT!" With a mighty groan Jones pushed the fat head of his cock into Mac�s rosebud, while Sarge dutifully clamped on two mean looking clamps (were those teeth on them?)onto Mac�s erect nipples.
The sound from Mac sounded like a pack of wounded wolves, a mighty sound erupted from his throat, the clamps doing little to distract Mac from the intense pain as his asshole was unmercifully expanded from extra tight to rather loose as Jones hole stretching tool invaded.
"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww Gawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwd!"
"Cry Baby! Cry for Daddy!" Jones yelled, grunting as he forced in more and more of his hose. "Beg for more punk, beg for more!"
"No, God no, take it out, I�ll give you anything!"
"Anything?"
"God yes!!!!!"
"Alright then," Jones stopped for a second. "Anything I want?"
"Jesus Christ yes!"
"Good, �cause I want a FUCK!" Jones guffawed as he slammed home even more of his non-stop battering ram.
"Getting me some prime cop ass, oh yeah!!!!"
"Sweet lord no!!!"
"Oh yes!!"
It took five minutes of mostly one sided negotiation for Jones to get his massive rod up Mac�s shit shute, five minutes of pure hell until Mac felt Jones� pubic hair rest against his as cheeks. Mac was close to passing out, Jones was close to cumming.
"Damn bitch, ain�t you tight, not sure Sarge�s lickin did any good. Shit, Daddy�s about to cum� but not yet. Gotta fuck you out first."
If Mac though the sinking of the first 12inches was bad, the actual fucking put his mind into another dimension. Mac wasn�t even sure if he was still all-together there.
"Now, gentlemen, start your engines!"
With a mighty roar Jones� pulled his cock all the way out and with an even mighty groan sank it back in, all the while filming the ravishing with his hand held video camera.
"Whoooo-Wheee, one handed bull fuckin at its best!!!!" Jones began to grunt like a steer in heat as he picked up speed, sinking his cock in and pulling it out again, faster and faster.
Mac�s screams had died down to moans as his head lulled from side to side. His brain had stuff off, his body was now responding at its most basic, animal levels. His dick was still rock hard.
As the fucking continued Mac�s mind, still not fully there, began to feel the sensation all fuckees eventually feel, the fire of pain replaced by the fire of pleasure. Especially since Jones had yanked off the tit clamps and was now working Mac�s sensitive nips over with his free hand. Every once in awhile he would go down to make sure Mac was still hard. Jones was never disappointed.
Mac�s mind and body were one, lost in a chemically induced swamp of hormones, his mind switched off, his body turned on. From deep within his worn out balls another load was building, every time Jones massive dong scrapped his prostrate the balls gathered more sperm and his brain got another shot of endorphins. Like pressure building in some kind of freaked out sex machine, Mac�s dick was the release valve on a ready-to-burst furnace.
"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWW" was the unholy yell that Mac let loose as his balls forced out a second load bigger than the first. Every cell was on fire, his brain exploded into a thousand pieces, scattered to the far reaches of the universe. He was unaware of Jones� own screams as the raping fireman�s own dick pumped quarts of fire spunk into Mac�s ass. He was unaware of Sarge's own fat dick spurting babymaking batter like a machine gun all over the front of Mac�s body.
Mac was even unaware of the load slam as the door to the room was opened up�
Mac Stevens "Party At Pops."